song—out over the forth
    out over the forth, i look to the north;
    but what is the north and its highlands to me?
    the south nor the east gie ease to my breast,
    the far foreign land, or the wide rolling sea.
    but i look to the west when i gae to rest,
    that happy my dreams and my slumbers may be;
    for far in the west lives he i loe best,
    the man that is dear to my babie and me.